soft bomb salad

inside of a moment shines the wet unbelievable

beside every problem there's a rat under siege

and broken with all the right drugs

in time

in depth

in present tense

i'm cold and awful

yes i know

uptight

intent on making sense

we are who we are

instead of a motion there's a rest unachievable

because in a cold wind there's a laugh underneath

unspoken in all the right tongues

in time

in depth

in present tense

i'm cold and awful

yes i know

uptight intent on making sense

we are who we are

in mind and breath

in my own head

i'm so unpopular

i know

in life and death

and second chance

we are who we are

and half along

were slaughtered in song

when left alone

we were unsafe

when all is done

to be honestly numb

is all i can be lying here

awake

a mild psychosis holds my hand underneath it all

a kind of ferocious old regret on its knees

and groping for just the right gun